Liberty Street Home For Wayward Boys

I’m giving this place three stars as a average of two ratings. A year ago it would have been 5 stars, now its 1 star. The new management has really brought this place down. It used to be one of the hottest spots for after hours, hell, during hours, daylight hours, whatever hours, drinking. A lot of bars have sports teams that they are associated with, this place was associated with the LA bike scene, specifically Midnight Ridazz and its various offshoots. If you were a Rida you knew you had a place to drink and fall over after you drank too much.
The place has now definitely changed and I no longer feel welcome there. It’s unfortunate, but nothing is constant and change is all around us.

This used to be the coolest place in all of Woodlawn! My last winter was chock full of movie nights, basement fermentation, and their signature Closet Charcuterie. But when I recently tried to swing by for a couple foamy beers and a housemade sausage, I was met at the door by some angry folks who clearly weren’t interested in any late night dancing to Luniz.
This place has changed big time. The back patio no longer is filled with chicken shit. In its place is the foundation of what will soon become a big ugly ADU. I can only imagine what has become of the glorious trashwall. The boat out front is now just full of weeds.
R.I.P. Liberty Street Home for Wayward Boys. You lived a short but eventful life.

Bold (but delicious!) pizza topping choices, pretty good beer on tap, and a classy — but not uptight — atmosphere aren’t enough to make up for this new nightlife spot’s shortcomings. Despite the tasty flavor combinations, presentation of the pizza was terrible! Crusts were crumbled and delivered on tin foil pans with no explanation from the waitstaff. At several points throughout the evening, no bartender seemed to be present and patrons were spotted serving themselves. Still, the bartender — when present — demanded large tips for his lousy «service». And to top it off, no attempt was made to remove one of the younger patrons from the film screening while he vomited repeatedly — gross! This place needs to be shut down!

Contrary to their name, most of the boys are not so wayward considering they’re usually hanging out with their girlfriends. If you’re from LA you’ll probably feel welcome here, otherwise you might not get the «we’re better than everyone else» attitude. If you’re into cycling this is a good hang out spot too, the staff is very knowledgeable about hip bike culture. Be sure to try their ‘dumpster’ pizza, cooked in a cast iron skillet it tastes like the best leftovers ever, especially when you’re drunk.